Lunatic Fringe

Yeah my brains a trap

I just make a rap and play it back uh

Get in saner by the minute

Is it my favorite is it?

To be crazy, thoughts go through a wormhole

In circles of a journal of verses

On a downward hill in sanity, profanity will do just fine

And it suits my rhymes, I shoot the sky with no clue in mind

Becoming a lunatic, don't blame me when I loot the rich

I take my ball and I'm going home, I'm hoopin it

Cause I'll take the doubt and shake it out

I absorb it

Better forfeit 'fore I torture it and torch it

Y'all got issues, cause yo cry into tissues

When yo thoughts ain't wit you like my own

I can't buy or own a microphone but I still rip shit like styrophome

 

Uh, step onto this gridiron

Send em all home with lit sirens

I knock you out motherfucker quit try in

I'm a swift lion with sharp claws

I'm the reason they need to start laws

Go ahead tuck your legs, fuckin eggs burst in through

Its hurt in you like ruined politics, illuminatics consuming all of it

Stupid knowledge gets these thoughts of lightning where the bottle fits

Use of common hints polishes the nonsenses in this rap

Offense preferred to the fullest extent

I'm dealin with them as the coldest cement